a walk in the park

The seasons shift. Leaves change colour, they fall and cover the ground in Battersea Park. A little boy grows bigger.

He grows into his cheekiness, that sweet disposition I’m getting to know and it makes him entirely adorable. I guess it would break your heart to ever tell him off, or tell him no. He has that glint of naughtiness that all the best little boys have. He makes us all smile, laugh out loud, as we watch him play amongst the leaves.

He pulls faces, tugs at your heartstrings and is a tiny master at playing to the crowd at 8 months old. Quickly, he learns that his brilliant little old man face makes me laugh so hard that the camera shakes. But I don’t mind, he can disrupt me as much as he likes if I can capture expressions like his.

I look back at the sitting still in leaves period fondly, because the next time I photograph him, that boy can RUN.